Benches beckon those that shuffle softly through the ruins of decisions they have made.
Sitting in the silence, in the fog of their regrets and grief, that never seems to fade.
The sun is shining brightly on the benches in the park, glistening through their fallen tears.
As they sit among the ashes, of the solitude and thoughts, of all their wasted years.
Now there's one among them, with her smile and her stories, that can lift a troubled soul.
Picking up the pieces of their broken dreams and lives, as she tries to make them whole.
She's an angel sent from heaven, with music in her voice, that seems to sing their song.
The broken souls on benches, that were silent in their sorrow, gather strength to sing along.
In an instant they can feel, the happiness and joy, that long ago gave reason to go on.
With tears that once were full of fear, now falling with the hope and dreams, of a bright new dawn.
The angel's wings enfold them, as they feel the love of God, that can guide a shattered soul.
Moving slowly from the emptiness, they rise up from the ashes, with the faith that they'll be whole.
Now the benches sit in idleness, with great anticipation, of the lonely broken hearts.
Beckoning the shattered souls, that somehow drift to benches, and the love that God imparts.
And the benches that were empty, now are filled with heavens music, as the angel sings their song.
While the never ending circle, of the silent souls in sorrow, gather strength to sing along.
Copyright © Robert Nehls
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b
Angels are heavenly beings who minister to our needs we are told.
'Tis said they are celestial spirits with wings who play harps of gold.
But I see Angels ministering to others every day here on earth,
And of their tender compassion, love and care there is no dearth!
I saw an Angel yesterday who cleared a widow's drive of snow.
I saw an Angel helping an old gentleman with his back bent low.
I saw an Angel filling a bird feeder on a blustery, winter's day.
I saw an Angel in the park watching over little children at their play.
I saw an Angel who took a shut-in for a drive to view the hues of fall.
I saw an Angel who took a handicapped boy to a professional game of ball.
I saw an Angel preparing a Sunday school lesson for her Bible group.
I saw an Angel at her stove that for a sick neighbor was making soup.
I saw an Angel who simply held the hands of one who had suffered loss.
I saw an Angel playing with his dog with a simple stick he would toss.
I saw an Angel reading a book to an older man who was losing his sight.
I saw an Angel who visited a lonely inmate in prison the other night.
I saw an Angel who was being deployed to uphold the freedoms we hold dear.
I saw an Angel left behind to tend their family alone for an anxious year.
I've seen Angels ministering amongst us every day upon this earth,
And of their tender compassion, love and care there is no dearth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
(This poem was re-posted by special request)
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Copyright © Shanity Rain
He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died,
he has not been the same.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it,
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain,
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best,
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows
what happens next.
All results of
Copyright © Laura Hamilton
My Son Moon and Star ~
Approaching the celebration of his Birth
cherishing the gift I received
within weeks of conception I knew
something amazing was in Creation ~
the Stars held a party
sending me with one of their own
Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky
It was magic It was destiny taking its flight.
In love with an October full moon
drawing and painting I liked
thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
caught in a loss of time
Hours going by as choosing my color
a wittness to three falling stars
A clear night sky sparkle's
A once Famous Star was sent
inspiring the tiny child inside ~
Never a doubt in my mind at all
child bearing was worth any pain received
yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
one to cherish and hold
My Son was born the following August ~
working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year
as the set of Leverage for 3 years .
Has done a Indie movie here
In Paris it was seen and honored
coming soon filmed in Portland ~
"The House of Last Things "
awaiting the credits , you will see
1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant
My Young Lion Mans dream ~
A proud mom I watch every show and the credits
as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
My Son & Moon and Star
A name you will all know ~
Happy Birthday to my creative Son
you will exist in my heart forever~
Copyright © Shanity Rain
Love substance seems to be twain
by the natural human brain
and will always remain the same
as thinking remains on a natural plane
When human concepts we clip
beginning to touch angel wing tips
arising from lies, earthly disguise
realizing demise, as an angel wing flies
Agape returns, precept we learn
we’ll know what we’ve missed
by heavenly love we’ll be kissed
we’ll know as we’re known,
for by love we’ll be honed
All life is love in action
diminished in earth by human faction
perfection by heaven, loves action
diminishes human plane diffraction
Copyright © john freeman
Money money, ringing in your tills,
Calling us to worship,
The hundred dollar bills.
Bend our knees in wonder,
Bow our heads in awe,
At the power of the liar,
Who now controls us all.
From the darkest deep caverns,
To the stars in the sky,
From the infinite universe,
To the strangers passing by.
From your inner most conviction,
To your laughing in the night,
From everything you 're seeing,
To everything out of sight.
The new God has risen,
To claim the holy throne,
The one that we have emptied,
Our hearts all cold as stone.
The throne that we have emptied,
We killed the rightful king,
Sold his crown an sceptre,
Pawned his sacred ring.
Raised his bleeding body,
Up on that bloody hill,
The silent lamb still bleeding,
As the money fills your tills.
Copyright © ness tillson
As I wake
Another day of nothing
Grey skies and daily rituals
A mugging here and there
Smog surrounds me, it eats me inside
Insects devour, life drains, ebbs, flows to death
Meaningless is life
Love simply prolongs ones agony
On a journey with no purpose
I assure you there is no God
Show me a deity with such cruelty
I dare you, for there is none
Life is a random act of death
To become us all
Do not try and tell me different
Intelligence is fates way to call us fools
For whatever we choose to believe
Mayans were ancients
Deceived by the sun and moon
They sacrificed their young
On the pyramids of doom
Today, the sun rose
Tonight the moon shall greet my tired eyes
Into a slumber, a blissful sleep
I shall dream of the heavens and their gods
I held in my arms an angel
All of a year or so old
Her arms outstretched, in blind love
Knowing I would catch her dreams and breathe her smiles
The devil that I am
I could not resist
To feed to her all my happiness
Her little hands grasped, as her eyes flirted for more food
I have some words of wisdom to bestow upon all you mortals now
Any court jester who tells you there is no god
They have not met Maya
I am so blessed, that I have
Notes: I had this in the works as a completely different poem. That afternoon I took care
of Maya ( 18 months ) and her brother Timmy ( five ) Afterwards we went to a restaurant for a snack, and Maya in my arms was in heaven eating her onion rings !! Both Timmy and Maya are such little angels, that would brighten up anyone's days, and when you see how beautiful children are, you realize the deeper meanings of life!
Copyright © arthur vaso
I am Reality’s angel
resting on the broad shoulders of discovery
the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target
ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you
there is a creator of all things
He is just and patient
many still have fallen into the masses of shadow
wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy
I have seen grown men fall like rose petals
and weaklings rise into unjust leaders
forever the follower of furtive evil
dominating only to remain inferior
the most important answers lie in the unseen regions
where no sense can fully give assurance
the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn
grows weary because of the distance it must take
and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates
it is knowing we are seeking something far
that could very possibly not exist,
that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense
it is knowing all we really think we know
and yes—even a lie
all that has been written thus far rests under my wings
under the warmth in which you refuse to feel
can you believe in me—
though I am completely unseen?
how much more difficult would it be to see
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal
I do not know?
Sweet Johnny Angel
Come sweep me off my feet
Fly by... me Darling
For you are ever so sweet
You Set my heart aglow
You have ways
You not even know
Treasures beyond show...
When your Treasures appear
Sweetness ever so dear
As you Fly...
Stay a while... Smile
You have a way
To bring sunshine
Wipe my tears away
Within my heart you stay
Sweeet Johnny Angel
I hope you not mind
For I feel in my heart
To tell you...
As some days seem so dark
You always Light a spark
Bring out the light
Make me realize
Life is worth living..
For Your Tender heart
Sweeetness of Love
Tis an Great Honor
God has bestowed
For to allow me to know
YOU... Sweet Honeycomb heart
As we know
All what's Instore
Giving always to Our Lord
Tis Love is always
Within my heart
"You & Me"
Copyright © Star Light
As I was on an errand today
I had nothing on my mind
Until I saw the carcass of an unfortunate deer
And noticed the scavengers quite near
I felt in pain
His loss their gain
I remembered something
I was told quite young
When someone dies
A baby is born.
Then I began to think
Whose place was it I did take
Was it a man?
Was it a woman?
Was he or she young?
Or was he or she old?
I seriously felt
It was a man
It is he who is my Guardian Angel
And I wanted to reach out and take his hand
Was he a country or a city man?
Was he born in the 1800’s or the 1900’s I asked
Was he from this country or a foreign shore?
Oh the questions there are so many more
Was he in the war?
Was he safe from harm?
Or was he hurt
And lost an arm?
Did he marry?
And were there children, I asked
How many grandchildren were there
Who sat on his lap?
You are so near
Yet so far
Now that I question
Who you are
How many times did I disappoint him
Through out my time on earth
Did he like my singing?
Or did his ears I hurt?
Was his hand on mine as I painted
The mountains the skys and the seas
Or on the steering wheel when my attention was lax
Was he there to help save me
Did he help with my tests in school
In order to ensure my future goal
Did he approve of my choice
As I chose a school on the Nebraska soil
I know he was there when I was wed
And he approved of the life we led
Maybe he even beamed
As our four children came upon the scene.
He is here to help me see
The wonders God has made
And prepare myself for the final day
When I approach the Golden Gate
Maybe it is then I will know
Who died so I could be born
I’ll thank him for he did his best
Then ask God to give him, eternal rest.
Copyright © Marycile Beer
Who can hear, the mornings call?
The dead dove's body, as it des fall.
Who can see through, the dead man's eyes?
As the burning sun, falls from the skies.
What once was new, has now become old,
What once was alive, has now become cold,
What you believed, was worth a lot,
Is burnt to ashes, in the melting pot.
Let's start again, I hear them say,
Let's start again, another day,
Let's make again, what we made before,
Spill more blood, on the kitchen floor,
Lift the cross, up on the hill,
Load the guns, to fight and kill.
Fight and slaughter, till there's non one left,
Till your mind is empty, your heart is deaf,
You thought that, I was a soldier too,
You thought that I said, I love you,
But I tell you now, and I tell it true,
The angles of heaven, and the angels of hell,
Are riding now, to the ring of deaths bell.
What you thought, was silver and gold,
Are ashes and dust, on the open road,
What you knew was good, what you knew was true,
The hot sun has dried, like the morning dew,
The very memory, of hope and despair,
Is lost in the hole, of your soul laid bare.
The empty hole, behind the clouds,
The music and the laughing crowds,
Are dead and gone, have faded away,
As a new sun rises, on a bright new day,
I tell you now, and I tell you true,
As the hammer of me hits the anvil of you
Copyright © ness tillson
My Precious Angel
My precious little angel
in Gods' loving care
how often I have grieved for you
wishing you were here.
I had a fleeting glimpse of you
before you went away.
I knew I had to say goodbye
you were too small to stay.
For though you grew inside of me
you were not mine to keep
God called you to his loving arms
now there you gently sleep.
Briefly were you with me
yet I loved you from the start
and now forever you will be
engraved within my heart
and in the shelter of Gods' love
I know you will remain
never to know suffering,
heartache, loss and pain.
I'll find my comfort in my faith
until my days here end.
Then through Gods' sweet salvation
we will unite again.
Copyright © Robin L. Gass
She bounced right off the inkling
. . . . . . . . . golden rings and tinker bells winking
on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
through the galaxies spinning
. . . . . . . . . aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
atwist amidst anticipating ...
on Halley’s comet tail she flew
. . . . . . . . . in the genius of a snowflake parade
in search ... in search
. . . . . of something he once said
to the atmosphere on a cloudy
. . . . . . . . . day
over rooftops flurried in December snow
in a glance of her cosmic smile,
. . . . . . . . . she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
sang songs of fields of poppies soon
budding beneath the snow,
. . . . . . . . . and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
upon the world
and the earth shimmered in many colors
and gave praise
. . . . . . . . . and the angels came and fetched her up ~
and He smiled.
Copyright © Jill Martin
I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write”
I had been going through a personal plight,
I ventured off into a place,
Where all I saw was love and grace,
The season was the beginning of spring,
When life can be heard, and the air starts to sing,
But the place I was in was an endless row of rest,
Yet I was able to admire how well it was dressed,
Glory symbols stationed all around,
One stood tall far off the ground,
Wings wide- ranging, angelic that gleamed,
Surrounded by flowers whose colors were sheen,
Blues of the ocean, reds of the evening sky,
I reflected on greatness, as the time passed by,
I came upon a sculpture, a cherub, with a face,
A tear in his right eye, looking down at this place,
A letter to God leaned against this particular one,
It read clearly on top, “Please Lord, hold my son”
I continued on, walking down this strip,
When suddenly, I slipped and had a hard trip,
I fell by a giant weeping willow tree,
Then looked up at the fixture right in front of me,
Out of all the others, this monument was painted the best,
Its beauty surpassed all of the rest,
I marveled at his golden strands,
His skin looked like the color of sand,
Looking up from off the ground,
It looked as though he wore a crown,
His creamy gown was long and still,
My eyes felt like they had started to spill,
His mere presence seemed to fill me with humility,
My legs were limp, I felt a lack of mobility,
What was this kind, who had made him?
Then, he spoke “You were never forsaken”
Chills overwhelmed my body quite fast,
I had no idea, I was his task,
I said, "what is your name,"
And He gently sighed,
“Your never alone, just enjoy your life’s ride”
I had been in a struggle, for quite some time,
He spoke once more, “You will be Fine”
His glimmering light calmed my inner plight,
His afterglow, made my heart know,
That sometimes in life we go through a trial,
And even when it seems like it’s lasted awhile,
God sends his messengers right on time,
He is never late, and His words are like wind chimes,
Soothing the mountains, calming the inner storms,
Restoring us back to our proper forms,
I looked up once more, but He had disappeared,
My faith had grown deeper, and I knew God was near,
I rested a while, under that old willow tree,
I felt compelled to write what had happened to me,
It was now the early part of night, I began with,
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said to write.”
By: Sabina keough
Copyright © Sabina Nicole
You and I soulmates forever
Poet warriors with a pen
Caught up in clever
We won't pass this way again
There's no sign saying now or never
Creative artist brush in hand
Called out to wherever
Canvas of life is our fellow man
*This is a poem about two people brought together by their love of the arts and their care for those most vunerable in the world. Together, with a sense of urgency and passion, they use their talents to make a difference in the world!
Copyright © Lyric Man
A far away rumbling draws near,
An eerie calm, ensues all things,
Silence reigns, nature holds,
Carried upon shifting winds
Hear soft whispers calling, beware.
Heavens valets brake open,
Lightening flashes splitting the,
Castaways refugee, descends,
Do not forsake me.
Death's shadows dance to and fro.
A crumpled figure lies motionless,
Bare pale flesh, warmed only by,
Mangled wings tattered remnants.
White feathers drifting aloft,
Sorrows innocent victim beseeching,
Forgiveness on bloody grounds,
Reminder a fallen angel.
All grace replaced by broken,
With trembling hands, bony fingers,
Scratching at loosened soil.
Here she makes a holy symbol,
The sign of the cross.
Forgiving lord, heavenly father.
Bring me home unto thee.
In shroud's pitch blackness,
Beneath darkness’s abyss.
God weeps, behold gentle rains,
Thy lost lamb seeks salivations solos.
Redemption’s everlasting light,
Shines from above.
Guiding kindred’s dearest child to,
Loves unspoken embrace.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn
I do not know?
How can this be...
I not understand
I am waiting for the big bomb shell
to explode... or something
I mean... I am waiting for the floor
to slip out from under me...
I am sure tis man
cannot be all true...
he cannot be... true and honest
he cannot be.. so sweeet and kind
I am sure... there is something
I am positive I am just so blind...
because of his generosity
his kindness is more then
I have ever seen...
I not understand..
tis man tis never really mean
For tis man is a Man of Christ
for tis man has morals.. values
Honest and True...
For tis man.. is ever so kind..
I am sure... something.. I shall find..
Tis man is edifying...
never doubts what I say..
this man is different
in many... many ways...
I not understand
Why tis man is ever so nice to me
For tis he not know me...
I truly not know him...
but tis be..
He has bent over backwards
he understands and listens
gives great wisdom he so kind...
but tis I am sure...
I must be blind...
I mean.. Why???
Why tis this man ever so nice to me?
for tis No man ever has been
No man unless
they have a hidden motive
but tis man I see none...
Tis man... is so Amazing
tis man is sweeet as can be
tis man... is a True Treasure
tis man... tis hard to believe
tis man has Integrity..
he is Tender-hearted too
he tis ever so Caring..
Tis man.. God has placed into my life
Why??? I wonder...
for tis hard for me to believe
hard for me to trust..
to truly know...
But Now perhaps I see...
Tis man.. God has sent tis be
Copyright © Star Light
three women with points on their licenses to the tomb of Jesus they ventured
as they had a love for our Savior that was totally uncensored
they were told that the Roman soldiers over His tomb were standing guard
but they had a need to consecrate His body that compelled them to do their part
it was risky and unreasonable in the minds of most
but man's reasoning has no value when it comes to our Heavenly Host
to do the impossible that is what they desired
and with the power of the Holy Spirit they were then inspired
to walk by faith and not by sight guided by God's spiritual light
and when those women got to the tomb they then discovered
that the sepulcher of Jesus was now uncovered
no Roman soldiers were in sight
just an Angel of God wearing raiment snow white
"fear not" the Angel said, for the prophecy has been fulfilled
the Messiah Jesus has risen from the dead for it is God's will
the mighty stone had been rolled away
it was a bold godly display
do you know that God will roll away any stone that impedes your life?
as He rolled away the stone at the tomb of His beloved Son Jesus the Christ
to be raised from the death of corruption and sin
restored, renewed, revived and born again
raised up from societal barriers of destruction
now a new creation in Christ's gospel production
the Lord desires that we live abundantly
and to walk with the power of His authority
so never forget the sacrifice and the blood that was shed
when Jesus the Christ by the hand of God was raised from the dead
Copyright © louise nelson
Sometimes in our life an angel comes,
To spend some time with us below.
The time may last but only a short time,
Or it may last a life time filled with love.
Sometimes in life an angel comes
To guide us along when life is rough
And our faith is low. They come
And stay until we are on our way.
Sometimes when life seems all down hill'
An angel comes to clear the way,
To bring the sun on a cloudy day.
God sent you an angel to light your way.
As much joy as she brought to you'
You also gave to her when your lives entwined.
Within you she will always be.
So when your heart is down and sadness is around
Just reach down deep inside and feel
The warmth of her love come shinning through'
For she will always be but a kiss away.
Sometimes in life an Angel comes
To bring to you the comfort of God's love.
Copyright © Patricia Edwards
I do not know?
Nothing is as beautiful as watching the sun set in its splendor and radiance.
Nothing is so natural as watching the nature blossom in its peacefulness.
The birds singing in their sonorous voices.
The trees and plants blowing their bugles and trumpets and flutes.
The ocean flowing in its stillness and coolness,
making a harmonious melody to the soul.
Nothing is as sacred as a secret, bounding together for the fear of betrayal.
Nothing is as adorable as a treasure.
All this put together would not be able to quantify what it means to express what you have
to my life and world.
Oh! Behold my beautiful maiden, lonely on the hills of melancholy
and with her sonorous voice she sings
chanting for a missing Adonis.
In you I have found peace, joy and happiness.
A treasure I have found in you and that means more than the world to me.
This, I have longed for, and this I have found,you!
Like the snail I was,
I withdrew to my shell and said i would not come out again from my shell
but the first rain of the new season has sent my snail out again roaming its tentacles
in the coolness of the fresh air.
The beauty that others couldn't find on her face,
I have found in her heart.
That was why they couldn't find the treasure that i have found in her.
They call her princess but i call her a queen.
They call her a friend, I call her a companion.
They call her a woman, I call her a mother.
They call her a girl but i call her a wife.
They said she is weak, but in her i have found my strength.
In her I have built a beautiful world where only the two of us would live comfortably
without the disturbance or interference of this wicked world.
I would live comfortably in this world i have built with you forever if you wont kick me out
because without you, this world all put together is meaningless and vague to me.
Copyright © Ayomikun Crown
Without you, my life just merely exists.
Because without you all my hopes and dreams are just that.
For you have put something wonderful in my world.
It is there your words I love to hear.
The one's that let me know how much you care.
It is without you that my eyes are blind with no sight to see.
For you have brought marvelous beauty to what didn't exist.
It is there in my heart that is a dark and lonely feeling.
One to which now you fill with joy and happiness.
For without you, the music was just something to ease the hurt.
But now it is something more as I hear each key on the piano play.
It is our time we spend though far away.
It is your smile I see when I close my eyes to pray.
It's your heart I feel as I lay down at night.
As I think of what it would be like with you by my side.
It is there my days grow long as I wait the day of us to be.
I hear David Nevue as he plays, Watching the Clock.
As I count the minutes slowly passing by.
For it is without you my soul desires to love.
As my pain turns into tears from the love I have for you.
Like a Cry of the Sea, I hear my waves crash the inside of my being.
As like the sea, it looks for some place the water can escape its volume.
It is there I am expose to all that God has given.
As I find myself loving you in every way.
But it is your persistent that keeps me fighting to survive.
As you have given me great hopes of true love.
Because without you, I never would of love.
As you are my angel of sweet and pure godly love.
But it is there I love you the most.
As my heart feel you tugging hard.
But it is there I am not without.
Because you complete me forever as my heart belongs to you.
With great expectations of my wildest dream.
It is without you I would just merely exist.
But because of you that I have found my love for life.
That of the spirit of my soul I'm down on bending knee.
As I pray for us never to part this existing of it's being.
But forever love one another with all our heart and my life I give to thee.
Copyright © Steve Harvell
I do not know?
Cry's of a Broken Hearted Angel
She Still Flys...
Shining Love.. Ever so Bright
Touching... Heavenly Skies
As She passes by
You can see Her.. Twinkling light
Shooting across the sky
Through the night
Her Heart tis broken
She can-not deny..
For Love she has inside
She Still Sings... can You hear
ForEver... Sweet Love
Divine and True
Come to Our Majestic King..
Come before tis too late for You!
Tho Her Heart tis broken inside
For Souls.. whomsoever be too late
For they delay.. their moments of Fate
As Her Heart Crys.. yet.. She still Shines
Tis Angel.. She Proclaims and Declares
God's Divine Love.. is for Everyone.. Everywhere..
In Hopes For Souls.. to Hear.. believe..
God's Beautiful Love
God has to give to thee
Come to Jesus Christ our King
As She still sings Love.. within Her Heart
Hoping.. Light shall shine within Souls
whomsoever come be Born-again
Eternal Love Everlasting.. Jesus Beholds
As tis Angel flys.. Hear her crys..
Come to Jesus.. Receive His Divine Love inside
Glorious Majestic Love of Christ
Grace is given for You.. Eternal Life
Copyright © Star Light
I sat in the park
On a dark Autumn day
The rustle of leaves
Natures death bouquet
They swirled and spun
Around my park bench
What i witnessed next
Made my cold hands clench
Where the leaves dispersed
An angel appeared
Tattooed dressed in black
My life for i feared
On approach to me
My heart raced
A black angel
To me face to face
As i await my fate
She sees what i hold
There's a sadness in her
As tears start to unfold
She has spotted the red rose
I bought for my girl
As all around
The park started to swirl
In sporadic directions
Like hurtful infection
The sky darkened
As thunder rolled
One lightening flash
And lo and behold
As i raised my head
She was smelling the rose
Her feathers of black
In outward pose
Trying to believe what I'm seeing
A black angel in the park
With a entranced human being
The clouds dispersed
Just as soon as they came
The tree's stood silent
And the leaves did the same
Her hands clasped
To her breast they close
This black angel cries
Tamed by a red rose
Copyright © James Fraser
A simply fallen angel.
Who ventured to far from home.
She's been captured, bound, and stolen now.
Encased in precious stones.
She wept, slept and kept herself.
Away from worldly wrongs.
In a place of simple loneliness.
A place of simple song.
And Our simply fallen angel.
Who just won't believe.
I'm a lost ghostwell gathering.
Or treasure tossed out to sea.
Fallen to a pirate band.
Then recorded to CD.
As a simple song of simple hopes.
Of shining stars thought telescopes.
As hidden light behind the notes.
The music hides from man.
But as light flies from gem to gem.
You'll hear her holy singing voice.
And see her holy sin.
But she has found beauty in this life yet.
As she heard a song and could not forget.
That man she met on Sixth Avenue.
Who forgot the world and sung the truth.
And on the spawning dawn of judgment day.
You'll hear them in the wind.
With their simple song of loneliness.
And their simple song of sin.
Copyright © Levi Powell
Angels are Divine
Appear in any form, shape.
From God to us sent
They always descend
They are here
Reside among us
You can find them anywhere
Can be Anyone.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter
I do not know?
Love is giving in many forms
Playing games.. of fun
with sweeeet kiss's tis one
Racing through the air..
Who can catch.. who
Johnny Angel.. of Love
Cheering up hearts
Giving comfort.. doing his part
Sweeeetness of Sun Rays..
Smile~ Shines upon the days
Making hearts glow
Even mine you know
As he flys by night
By day light
Reaching all the hearts
Tis blue.. giving sweeet kiss's
to all he come in contact too
bring comfort and joy
I hope you don't mind
I myself speak..
As I believe many do too
We Love You
Want to give You.. back
Sweeeeet Kissses.. too..
So what ever you do
Johnny Angel of Love
Don't Stop.. what your doing
For we all Look forward
For Your Radiant Light
Giving Sweeetheart Kisses of Delight
Tis Sweeet Attraction
So when you see.. this
Do Come on by..
Your Golden ray of sunshine
is always welcome in my Treasure box altime
tis worth While
Spreading Cheerful Love..
Heals mine and many hearts..
With My Love Always.. Forever
Copyright © Star Light
Hear me Angel, Guardian Angel
Hear my cries, dry these tears I shed
Give to me a new perspective
Help me change the life I've led
Touch me Angel, Guardian Angel
Teach my spirit not to roam
Sometimes I feel so abandoned
Sometimes I feel far from home
Lead me Angel, Guardian Angel
From these demons I know too well
Give me courage, remove my fear
As I stand at the fires of Hell
Guide me Angel, Guarian Angel
Through the streets filled with despair
Where there is hatred, fear and anger
Let me find love, teach me to care.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr.
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin